Because we are all Monks and our place of work is a seminary, our work a sacrament, our family a monastery, our home a sanctuary;
may we learn what they are teaching us without believing God is elsewhere...

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

A Small Apprehending

O that today you would listen to his voice!‘Harden not your hearts.'

Come, ring out our joy to the Lord; hail the rock who saves us.

Let us come before him, giving thanks,

with songs let us hail the Lord.

Come in; let us bow and bend low;

let us kneel before the God who made us:

for he is our God and we

the people who belong to his pasture,

the flock that is led by his hand.

Psalm 94:1-2,6-8 (Universalis)

Lord, You are the first light

weaving the looms of the hills.

You are every shade spilling into the pails of the horizon. You are this breath I am unwinding

and the one I am spooling in. You are the embracing and the releasing. You are the bright green infusing and the gray sleep reclining. You are thepulse of ceaseless orbits and thestill center. You are the spark whirling within every form and what remains in their cessation. You are the hand clasping and the one letting go. You are the hidden and what sears in the light. You are the other and deep within. You are the laying on of hands and the lifting them. You are the suffering and the deep joy abounding. You are divine peace and the tearing division. You are the terrible dying to free us from sin and the rising again in glory. You are the thirst and the living water offering to us. You are this love sustaining what we name and what we cannot name. You are this eternal singingsteadying the universes

and the abiding silence between.

You are the last light easing into the glistening pools of night. You are all

Thank you Patricia!! Your comments are so generous and kind...Our Lord is so beautiful and I do not, cannot do Him justice for sure! But I write what I see from this small perspective. So glad you stopped by...God Bless. (And I agree, the painting is magnificent.)